By Nehi Igbinijesu
Fifty years now passed
And still there’s me
Yes- the part you couldn’t steal
Then dumped muted
The core of my earth enthralled
Satiated in its own reclusion
Away from the fermentation
Of hurt, wounds, calumny
Of what not I was
And strove with malignantly
Then warred and thawed
Into a lease afresh
Like the breaking of dawn
Tanning the darkest night
With reason, hope and love
Of a future redeemed-
A Utopian sent from above
No fratricides more lurk
From lips of funny Jove
Sermonizing the assassin
Amassing our forgetfulness
In silver, bronze and black oil
Then passed a Hundred
In flaky lavenders skirts
With no tribal markings
One dialect bellowed they
Arise o compatriots
Nigeria’s call obey
Yes- the part you couldn’t touch
Drunkenness you couldn’t sober
Love-preached whitewash
Words- empty of words
Somewhere lost between me and us
Between tribute and pitted stomachs
Like progidals far and stray
What suddenness doth pain bring
Found I the me you love again!
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
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This article was first published on 25th January 2013
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Nehikhare Omotayo Igbinijesu is an Economist, Poet, and Social Entrepreneur. 'He is the author of The Code: A Simple Story About Raising Great Women' and 'Marriage: 12 Questions You Need To Ask Before You Say, “I Do”'. He lives in Lagos with his wife, Akudo and two sons. He is Co-founder of Stuffsilos.com, a motivational resources company based in Lagos. You can email him via nehijesu [at] yahoo.co.uk
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